autumn harvest
they call it "foliage"I could save this playlist for Monday, the first official day of Autumn, but it just feels so fitting with this week's cold front. By Monday the temperature will surely return to norms in the 90s and this feeling of faux-fall will have all been a tease. So let's pretend while we can.
skitter scatter
This past week has been wonderfully refreshing. We're talking windows open and cool breezes lofting through the house. An unbelievably amazing contrast to the exaggerated presence of summer's oppressive heat. Not to mention Monday night's Ratatat show and all the beauty of the full moon. SO GOOD.
This footage from the show at Stubb's gives you the gist of the evening. It may seem a little eh at the beginning, but it picks up and straight SHREDS at 00:45. I mean, they had the lights goin', smoke blowin' and a crowd just EATING IT UP. Incredible.
In addition to the liberation of being able to dance at a show without leaving looking like a sea creature, the weather has helped me slow down and reevaluate. The months have been flying by and overwhelming me with all sorts of unexpected twists and turns: trips to NY and NOLA, career moves, new projects, yadda yadda, blah blah blah. Enough already. Give me a mustache and a beer and let's slow this ship down.why is it that bubbles make this video funny and maybe, just maybe, slightly less creepy?
There's a lot of great music coming to town over the next few weeks. I guess Austin City Limits will be the big deal, but I'm not even sure I'll make it out there. My experience is that it's kind of a shit show. I'd like to check out Erykah Badu and Beck's performances on Saturday, but I'm going to play it by ear and see what happens.
Honestly, I'm way more hyped about The Walkmen playing at The Parish next month and the new season of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Maybe it's an early onset of winter hibernation. Bring it on.
The Walkmen - Red Moon
I have to say The Walkmen's new album, You & Me, is absolutely beautiful. My friends at The Sound of Marching Feet recently posted this performance of "In The New Year" that prompted me to immediately buy my tickets. Hamilton Leithauser somehow manages to make all that screaming seem completely relaxing. How is that even possible?
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